75 Precipice of Fake Defea (1/2)
”Their heart grew cold, they let their wings down.”
-Sappho
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”WHAT? YOU CAN DO THAT? BUT YOU GAVE IT WILLINGLY YOU LITTLE SH*T!” Exclaimed the hero with such a facade that glyphs his arrogance slowly deviating from him.
Well, it is understandable. The Gorgon, his chosen Paradigm Shift, his chosen identity, is all except immortal if the Synthesized Angel wishes so. And he knows that the Gorgon would not be as fearful as before if that aspect is to be taken away from it.
”And that's why I can reclaim it anytime.”, answered the Synthesized Angel still drifting mid-air with her majestic cardinal pair of butterfly wings and her lingering death scythe twice the little girl's hight.
”TSK! SCREW YOU AND YOUR NEWCOMER LITTLE VESSEL!... EURYALE! FIVE-LAYER NATURAL FULMINATION... ANOTHER!”
Ordered by her master, so to say, the Gorgon then started to once again charge a spheroid following the same process... but this time, the hero desperately does it consecutively none-stop making the established grounds quiver several times, one highlighted aftermaths of the consecutive bursts of energy.
”ANOTHER!”
”ANOTHER!”
”ANOTHEEEERRRRRRR!”
But everything was still ineffective, to the little girl that is, taking the attack like its nothing but teeny weeny ant-bites or even exponentially less. Otherwise stated, not a single damage was inflicted while once again, there were lots of alterations on the landscape. It is now both a treeless plain of burnt grass from the consecutive spheroids' combustion of compressed natural energy and an extremely shallow lake of blood from the sudden downpour upon the manifestation of the Kurenai.
”DO YOU EVEN HAVE A FRICKING WEAKNESS?” the hero asked with sweat running down his deformed demeanor while his Paradigm Shift pet did not stop the barrage, weakening degree by degree at each attack.
”When you and your puny kingdom held me down and when the primordials who endowed to us with this troublesome and genuine responsibility suddenly abolished us... yes I have. I can't use offensive paradigms. I am not even allowed to say my concerns in front of your king... but now, it's different. Now that I am inside this vessel, I am no longer subject to the weaknesses you offered me.” Kurenai answered.
”JUST FRICKING GET BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG! TO OUR CASTLE'S LOVELY CELL YOU BUFFOON!” The hero added as he desperately thrives to use every bit of the Gorgon's elemental attribute foolishly and finally realizing the impotence of his bombards, he stopped and made the Gorgon est for a bit by behaving in his rear.
”Hmm, I only stated the truth and now you're referring to me as a Buffon. Such a desperate and assertive low-life... ”
”OF COURSE I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO CALL YOU THAT! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A CIRCLE OF BUFFOONS!”
”Say that again...” The moment Kurenai heard that balderdash which is also an unerasable mantra for the Synthesized Angels themselves, her heart grew a little cold and it's only a matter of time before a feral exasperation is to breach out in between the impeccable division of anger and rationality. But, Shiro, as though internally calming her down touched her own cheek to somehow pacify Kurenai.
”YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALL MEMBERS OF THE SAME CIRCLE CONSISTING OF NOTHING... BUT BUFFOONS! IS THAT CLEAR?” The hero repeated his derision undauntedly while completely ignoring the fact that he just set himself at one deep predicament.
”Shiro-san... Gomene...Chotto anata no karada o kari sasete” (English: Shiro... Sorry... Let me borrow your body for a second.”
”Arigatou.” As though the little girl answered her internally, she whispered in a tone that showcases the coalescing of gratitude towards Shiro and her crystal-clear hatred for the mocking hero who does not know how to keep his mouth shut unless in the verge of death.
”Take back what you just said...”With eyes, brimming scarlet-red parading this elevated grudge, Kurenai then glared at him.
”OH-HO??? I'M SO SCARED! JUST COME HERE AND FIGHT ALREADY!” the hero taunted Kurenai into attacking, but unlike him, who let small factors affect his judgment on the battlefield, Kurenai never loses touch with her logic.
”Hmmm... Asking the lady to make the first move is very unchivalrous for a muscle-man like you, don't you think... But, fine by me.”
Then, at lightning speed, Kurenai then dashed towards the hero with her scythe.., a speed which the hero stands no chance of evasion...
”THAT'S WHAT YOU THOUGHT! EURYALE!”
The Gorgon then attacks once again, but this time without using its natural prowess as it seems to be running low in MP. It then utilized its fangs in an endeavor to bite off the butterfly, but ultimately failed as its size was a major predicament to catch up to that girl whos moving faster than sound.
And quickly foreshadowing that any vigor to dodge is in vain, the hero tried to retaliate the supersonic attack but failed at an unscrupulous state and Kurenai, faking her attack threw the scythe at her other hand and then grabbed him by his thick bundle of hairs and started to drag him around with his face eating the verdant dirt at the speed of sound and with a body inside a broken armor, causing this large cracks on the ground from whence the hero has been scraped facing 'earthbound'.
Still, with his face scraping the ground, Kurenai then relinquished the land sowing at a point and threw him to a nearby mountain deforming its once perpetual cone-shape, causing a vivid shake on the ground with the hitting point as the epicenter, in a way that half of the mountain's geography has been flattened out and the hero left to be buried underneath.
”I never know that plowing the land with a Tarragon's face would feel this good,” Kurenai exclaimed stretching Shiro's back with a satisfied smile in her face seeing how far the hero has been sent flying. A thing which she can never do before in her frail body.
The Gorgon was left on the battlefield... and not feeling the hero's presence, it just stood there, waiting for orders to come out but there was none. It then tried to once again return underground from where it appeared prior, as though it received signal to do so from his currently buried master or something...
”No, you're not escaping. You still have something which I own...” Kurenai then threw her scythe right in the tip of its scaly tale piercing it through and on the ground preventing the Gorgon's hasty subterranean escapade who still owes her its pre-known 'immortality'.
”Shiro-san... Shall we save oni-chama now”